All ever see is B's... scrollin' down my feed

Niggas know they not me, so they gotta copy right?

But ain't never got it right

All these carbon copies, why?

Runnin' tracks it got me hype

Kill the beat, it gotta die

I'm the shit, ain't gotta lie

If it don't apply, then let it fly and say goodbye

Call me chef B Stax... 'cause I'm bout to cook a pie

I pop out lookin' flawless, all my angles good sides

I'm rockin' all these jewels and the stacks a good size

I can see the future, Katakuri Good eyes

It's niggas really hoein actin' like the good guys

The writin' on the wall so I can't say I'm surprised

So now it's daily stacks, kinda glad I took five

Come and follow me ...you wanna see what's up next

I'm bout to break it down... finna make a upset

I come through stompin' loud... like its civil unrest

The B, plus the S... call it 21 checks

I got all these diamonds on me... finna come and break necks

They say I go too fast, think they need a brake check

I'll tighten up ya' mind, like a nigga braid heads

These niggas NPC's, man I think they brain dead

They say they got some money, it hit the bank yet

I'm born in ATL, so I got a bank head

From the stars, down to Mars... I can see a straight head

I got all these carbon copies, I don't care what they said (he said, she said)

He said, B the best, that's what she said

Hoppin' off a jet... fresh to death, eatin' cheese bread

I know all the buttons, if you sad gotta depress

Daily Stax he makin' carbon copies like a screen press

Had to get the blues so I could go and make the green spread

Dragon of dungeon with a different type heat breath

I go from the B's to the T's, haters regress

Rackin' up da' beats and degrees, yeah he be the best (he the best)(B the best)

Be the best, he the best, finna see what's next

I'm the who bringin' the good news, I don't the press

Since I write the checks and direct, I don't need to flex

Brand new diamonds rest on my chest, shinin' east to west (from the west to east)

They wanna follow me

Got 'em marchin' in a fleet

I be countin' in my sleep

All I ever see is sheep

All I ever see is B's... scrollin' down my feed

Niggas know they not me, so they gotta copy right?

But ain't never got it right

All these carbon copies, why?

All these carbon copies, I don't know why (I don't know why)(I don't know)

You won't ever beat to the blues... you can sure try

Bet these niggas thought that I was through... I don't know why

If you see these niggas makin' moves... I control why

They see me then go and hit redo... like Ctrl-Y

And I Ctrl-Y... like Ctrl-Y